Why Ask Me?

Posted on Mar 14, 2013


You ask me why I never talk
But you never listen
Everything that’s said falls short
These eyes sometimes glisten

Frustration boils, slow volcano
You panic when confronted in this way
The fallout like black snow
You just up and run away

I should be used to it now
But you bring it up all the time
This is all wrong somehow
I have to draw the line

Why do people ask what they don’t mean
When all they want is your ear
Why is it they always demean
What is it they fear?

I’m tired of repeating myself
To a point I’ll finally crack
In my own personal hell
I just wanna climb back

Posted in: Poetry